After Shock Poem by Saroj Padhi

Shocked out of our wits by jolts from Mother Earth
In the throes of imminent death,
Seated on a volcano at the dead end we die each second;
With scares of eruption paralyzing our minds,
Tremors of all sorts traumatizing each moment-
We are a generation of a half-decayed civilization
With our fancies overruling ethics of Nature
Our demonic desires destroying roots of our culture;
Who will save us now? Who will keep our habitat intact
When we have connived with the devil
To strike hard at our own roots, severing life in the shoots
To embrace so called material success?
Who can guide us now save our own conscience
Found faltering at the half blind end
Of life here in this unloved planet that we heartlessly rend
With our greed for more?
Are we a generation destined to bear with a life
With all kinds of ugly sore?
Let us sit down to think once more
Before at the cost of Nature we desire for more!
Then only perhaps Death's blow
Will be a little painless mow